Hide My Tracks

HIDE MY TRACKS by Silvio Vinci Don’t stop the record. Not yet. Left my jacket on your chair, Let you think that I was there. Paid the band to play it twice, Bought myself a little time. Kitchen door and alley light, Someone else’s coat tonight. Took the long way through the crowd, Learned to leave without a sound. Keep the change, keep the key, Keep the man I used to be. Let that record spin till dawn— Turn around and I’ll be gone. There’s a message on the phone, Sounds like someone you have known. Same old laugh, a different name— Let it ring and play the game. At the diner by the tracks, Someone asks if I’ll be back. “Keep the coffee hot,” I say— Leave the tip and slip away. Keep the change, keep the key, Keep the man I used to be. Let that record spin till dawn— Turn around and I’ll be gone. I don’t need another face, Just a little breathing space. No big speech, no last goodbye— Let the back door tell you why. Keep the change, keep the key, (Keep the key!) Keep the man I used to be. Let that record spin till dawn— Turn around and I’ll be gone. (Long gone!) Hide my tracks… Let it play. I was never here anyway.